Creative Arts Lesson 3, 5th year

Collin was entering his class class of the day and he was glad. He had taking this class to be with Kassidy and did not know why he did not just drop the class, but oh well he still enjoyed the class. He figured he was just weird that way.

Walking into the class he was glad to see that once again no one was there yet, so he was able to take a seat in the back hopefully not being seen by anyone passing by him.

He looked at the time and hoped once again the teacher would hurry up and get the class over with.

Still sniffling, Julian picked at the sleeves of the oversized sweater he'd pulled on over his uniform. At least he was warmer. Still seething at the cold he'd acquired (which was all Drea's fault), he frowned, stepping into the classroom.

Raising an eyebrow at the boy inside, he said nothing, and only stalked towards his seat. Propping his feet up on the desk, he momentarily closed his eyes.

Collin noticed when Julian walked into the class room and as Julian looked at Collin and Collin just glared at him as he made it too his seat.

Collin could not help but smirk as he watched Julian go up and seat down, he was pretty sure he was the reason his brother was sitting in the infirmary at this moment.